Westover Family Idaho Novels & Stories

“Whatever I’ll do it on my own then, a.sshole.” I hear a click next, and can feel the tears streaming down my face. “Where are they?” The Beta asks. “What?” “Where’s your family?” “Idaho.” The Beta gives me an unimpressed look. “WHERE IS YOUR FAMILY? Playing 20 questions will make this harder.” What? “Clayton… Clayton, Idaho.”

“Stevee, please think away from your mate.” “I’m still on the fact that you two hid you were werewolves from me and Steven,” I say, trying to hold it together with Victor so close to me. Dad Nate is right it is hard to think straight. “It was for your protection. Pack Westmoreland is the closest pack and until Martin took over it was run by bigots, idiots and scum.” “He’s right, the West Family was horrible,” Bridget nods. “Devon was deep down a good guy, but it was too deep to make a difference,” Dad Nate adds.

Jeevika never answered, instead continuing solemnly, "I know for a fact that the Wades' second -in-line was a man named Curtis. His wife, Ashley Acker, was a member of the Acker family from the States. "As they were the strongest Oskian family Stateside, their influence and prestige are exponentially greater than the Wades. That's why they used to be famous amongst all Oskians, and they were known across the world… Have you heard of them?" "Yes," Claire nodded. She didn't know much about Curtis, but Ashley was a role model to all Oskian women. Even years after her death, many of Claire's classmates in the US were diehard fans of Ashley's.

Her face flushed with anger and her eyes burned with flames of anger. A while later, she said, “Nonsense! What are you talking about? The Quint family’s base is at Ridgesouth, not West State! “The family sent me here to make connections, and by connections I mean the Krad family! Don’t try to fool me! I will never fall for your words!” Kaze scoffed, “Make connections? So does it mean you have to smile and bow even when the Krad family takes a shit on your head? I am deeply impressed by your generosity, Grandaunt.”

Rebel tipped off his Stetson and swiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, it was hotter than Hades. It was dusk, and the summer sun had long since begun to set. Bright tinges of pink and orange clouded the western sky over the blue-ridged Idaho mountains in the distance. Normally, he and the crew would have turned in by now, but they’d lengthened their work hours during the summer, using the extra daylight to their advantage, and even though it had been close to day’s end after his and Murtagh’s security meeting, he’d come back out to the pasture.

Her voice had a trace of bitterness buried under the cool delivery. Something in my chest twisted so tightly I thought I might choke on it. Two hundred and five people, and she still looked like she’d been eating alone her whole life. The West family, or as they’re mostly called, Old West, has one of the largest family networks I’d ever heard of. Old money, old power, old grudges — a web stretching so far across the globe you could sneeze in the North and someone in the South would know about it before you found a tissue for your nose.

"I'm Cassio. Beta family from Oregon—we run pack communication networks and technology infrastructure." "Otto Moorland. Omega from Montana." Otto braced himself for the subtle shift in demeanor that usually accompanied revelations about his pack status. The careful politeness that masked disappointment, the slightly patronizing tone that suggested he was being humored rather than respected. Instead, Cassio's smile brightened with what seemed like genuine interest. "Montana? That's got to be some beautiful territory. My family's been talking about expanding our network coverage to more rural pack lands." He gestured toward the bed that hadn't been claimed yet. "That one's yours if you want it